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Subject: {ASSM} That Spring by Master Bey Shaun 2/6 (mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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"That Spring" by Master Bey Shaun-A Psychological Study- 2/6
(mm, mf, mff, size, mast, oral, exhib)

Caution: the following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters 
between adolescents, some of which are between participants of the same sex. 
If reading such stories is illegal for you due to your age or location, or 
is distasteful to you, go no further; do not read or download this story, or 
delete it immediately if you already have. Otherwise, enjoy.




2.

After Jeff's departure, and for the remainder of that day, I was in a 
turmoil. I felt horribly guilty for having allowed such an incredible 
transgression of my usual "acceptable" behavior, blamed my perverse weakness 
for allowing such a horror to occur, and felt terrified to have been 
involved in such a blatantly homosexual act. Yet at the same time, I felt an 
elation, an exquisite thrill at the memory of the extreme "nastiness" of 
what we had done, thrilling exactly because it  was so very nasty. I felt 
dizzy, disoriented- unsure of who or what I was anymore, the known 
predictability of the patterns of my life shattered, leaving me in a 
dizzying cloud of newness and uncertainty. I resorted to clinging to my old, 
"safe" behavior, in an explicit denial of what had occurred; walking through 
the rest of the day carefully as my old self would have, and attempted to 
bury this crazy fact of my vulnerability to such wild behavior. Yet, I was 
constantly haunted by apprehension of what my next encounter with Jeff might 
bring.

That fear was addressed the next afternoon as I was working in the back 
yard, when he appeared over the fence and called me over to talk to him. I 
strode over with a deliberate air of nonchalance as if I felt nothing 
peculiar, but in fact I felt an exciting, watery feeling in my midsection, 
that threatened to disrupt the ease of my movement toward him. I came up to 
him with a neutral look held on my face, prepared to pretend nothing at all 
had happened the previous day. He, however, immediately burst the facade of 
social conformity by begging me to let him do me again, promising to do 
anything I might want, saying that I wouldn't have to do anything at all if 
I didn't want to, that he would do all the work, and could we go down into 
the basement room right then and do it.

All the confusion that I had been trying so hard to deny surged up into my 
mind, along with a shockingly strong feeling of lust at the image of what he 
was suggesting. I fel thrillingly powerless, surrendering to this surge of 
lust, as I mumbled acceptance of his suggestion; he pointedly told me to go 
down in and take off my pants, and that he would be right over.

In a daze I went down into the basement storm door and into my hobby room- I 
looked over at the chair, images of the preceding day's activities rushing 
over me, and pulled off my pants and sat down. I left my briefs on; somehow 
that shred of concealment bowed towards the social conformity I felt torn to 
obey- but the straining of my now fully hard cock against my underwear gave 
a lie to the pretense.

I heard him coming down the stairs from the storm door, looked up, and saw 
him enter the room. His eyes at once fixated on the massive bulge in my 
underwear, and he directly came over to the chair, bent down, and with one 
hand stretching open one of the leg-holes in my briefs, with the other he 
guided my dick and balls to be hanging out the side, free of covering. He 
then knelt down at my side by my knee, facing me. The tip of my swollen dick 
was pointing straight towards the ceiling, and with me slumped down in the 
chair and him kneeling facing me, it was at the level of both our eyes; so 
that as I watched him, I was looking right past its shiny head towards his 
eyes, which were taking in my size seemingly in awe.

Having seen his erection the previous day, I could imagine how impressive I 
was to him- every portion of my genitals was well more than twice the size 
of what he was used to on himself. He reached out a hand, and grasped the 
shaft of my penis near its base, so that his fingertips were over the 
topside of the shaft, and his thumb was gently pressed into the thick column 
that ran up the backside of the shaft, just above my balls. He then slowly 
moved his  hand upwards, sliding the skin along my shaft as far as it would 
comfortably stretch, watching my balls being pulled upwards from their usual 
resting place between my legs. He did this two or three times, watching the 
motion of my balls, and the third time, after he had pulled up, kept pulling 
up for a moment as he put his other hand beneath where my balls were 
hanging, and then let them slide down to rest on his slightly cupped palm. 
He supported my sack, feeling the weight of it with a gentle bouncing 
motion.

I was as if in a trance: to be allowing the exquisitely nasty invasion of my 
body's privacy again today was thrilling and fascinating, and incredibly 
exciting, as I remembered where it was likely to be leading. I watched his 
actions in silence, in shock and arousal simultaneously. He handled my 
genitals almost worshipfully; clearly he enjoyed his focus on my big cock 
every bit as much as I enjoyed his efforts. It was strangely satisfying to 
be the object of his worship and fascination, and I was learning to 
appreciate my own size in sympathy with his amazement.

As he was cradling my balls in his hand, both of us staring intently at the 
proceedings, a drop of clear fluid emerged from my  cock, and sat poised on 
the tip, glistening like a diamond. "Oh, yeah!", he said under his breath, 
and he reached a finger towards the head of my dick, touching the drop with 
his fingertip; he then slowly smeared it over the swollen head, leaving it 
shiny, and as he pulled his hand away, trailed a long string of the sticky 
juice. He told me he had noticed the previous day that I made a lot of fluid 
before I came. He said that one of his former jack-off buddies also used to 
ooze a lot, and that they would deliberately try to see how much cream they 
could get out of him before he came. He said that he would like to try that 
with me, and shifted his position so that he was sitting to my side; he told 
me that they had discovered a masturbation technique that really made the 
juice flow, and slowed orgasm, but that I would need to take my underwear 
off and spread my legs wider apart.

By this time, in a haze of lust, I had totally surrendered to the situation; 
so I let him position me, very slumped down in the chair so that my belly 
was almost horizontal, my underwear off and my legs spread apart, with my 
hardon hanging at a 45 degree angle towards my face. He reached over to the 
table where I built my model airplanes and picked up an empty saucer that 
was sitting there. "This'll do", he said, and he set the saucer on my chest 
right beneath where the head of my penis was hanging. He told me not to 
worry, that what he was going to do might look strange, but it felt really 
good, and he & his friend had done it all the time; and that it should be 
even easier with a dick as big as mine.

He put his thumb around my shaft near the base, with his fingers held 
together extended along the back of the shaft, fingertips pointing down 
towards my balls. He then gently pushed his fingertips downward. "I thought 
on you I might be able to fit my whole hand", he said excitedly; apparently 
with his friend they could use only one or two fingers for this. He 
continued to slide his fingertips down in between the shaft and my balls, 
stretching the skin into a pocket, that allowed him to insert his hand down 
behind my balls up to about the second joint.  As the skin of my penis was 
stretched down by his pushing, it pulled tightly on the head, and pulled the 
whole dick upwards slightly. With his other hand, he manipulated my balls 
out of the way, to get maximum penetration of his hand down behind my balls. 
It felt very peculiar at first; I didn't know my anatomy was capable of such 
a feat, but the tightly stretched skin on my shaft pulling on the head was 
extremely pleasurable.

He gently felt around with his buried fingers along the shaft behind my 
balls until he located a slightly protruding lump just at the very root of 
the shaft. Then he began to massage this lump, rubbing it in small, slow, 
circles with a moderate pressure. I immediately started to feel a rich 
warmth spreading through my entire groin; my dick swelled even more, and I 
could feel my juices flowing. It was a very erotic feeling; not a fiery, 
irritating burning that demanded the release of orgasm like jacking off near 
the head of the dick produced, but a deep, rich warmth that was satisfying 
in its own way, that felt like it could go on for hours without needing any 
other release.

He sensitively worked on me like that, and sure enough a slow stream of 
fluid began to emerge from the tip of my dick. As it started to flow down 
towards the rim of the head, he reached with a finger of his other hand and 
directed the stream, preventing it from running down the shaft, leading it 
to drip from the rim straight down onto the saucer, where a small puddle was 
beginning to collect. He repeated this maneuver whenever necessary as he 
worked on me, evidently trying to see how big a puddle of cream he could 
milk out of my balls before he made me come.

I was truly in ecstasy. The sensations I was feeling coupled with the 
outrageous sexuality of the situation were too much; it was all I could do 
to lie back numbly and watch.

He continued to do me steadily, occasionally breaking the silence to tell me 
how hot he was getting from watching my big dick cream, with its skin pulled 
so tight from the pressure of  his hand, and about his other jack-off 
experiences with his friends when he lived in Chicago. I was in a trance; I 
could barely follow what he was saying; but I was interested when he started 
talking about his sister. He said she had caught him and two friends in the 
act during a sleep-over they were having a few years previously, and had 
been very amused. At first she was derisive, but her interest in their male 
sexuality grew. They would let her watch them do it, as his friends found 
her presence very exciting. She would frequently attend when they had their 
jack-off sessions, at first just watching; but eventually, she enjoyed 
encouraging them, and making suggestions of different things to try; 
sometimes trying some of the more creative ideas on them herself. He said 
that he had already told her about my cock, but she hadn't believed him.

All this time the pool of pre-come that was building on the saucer perched 
on my chest continued to spread; the thick fluid didn't flow like water 
would have, but was a deep puddle, almost a pile, a sixteenth-inch deep. We 
were watching the rivulet ooze down the head and run in a thin, sticky line 
down onto the saucer. The stream would ebb and flow, and he would comment 
when a particularly thick gob emerged from my dick-head. We were both dazed, 
completely immersed in masturbation.

I didn't hear her coming down the cellar stairs from outside until she was 
almost there, but a girl suddenly walked in the room, and the three of us 
stared at each other as if frozen: I was so far gone in sexual ecstasy that 
the shock and extreme embarrassment I would have ordinarily felt at being 
discovered in this totally revealing situation was only a thought; she 
exclaimed, "Oh my god, Jeff, you weren't exaggerating!"; and he said in a 
hoarse voice, "Isn't it amazing?". He told me not to worry, she was his 
sister, and they had planned to catch me exposed like this- he had noticed 
that I was a little uptight about all this, but he wanted to show me off, so 
he had arranged that she give him twenty minutes to get me going, and she 
would then come down.

His sister walked around by my feet to have a better view of the 
proceedings; it did feel incredibly exciting to have what I had realized was 
my extremely large dick displayed so openly, creaming and swollen as it was 
to its maximum. Jeff showed her how far he had gotten his whole hand down 
behind my balls, and how much fluid we had already gotten out of me. Jeff 
explained to her what we were doing, and as he continued making me cream, 
she reached down and put her hand around my shaft, but she couldn't wrap her 
hand around more than two-thirds of its width. "My god", she said again. She 
watched her brothers handiwork and its effect on me in silence for a few 
minutes, and then she asked me if I was anywhere near coming. I could barely 
talk, but I told her I felt like I could do this forever. She and Jeff 
started talking with each other all about my dick and what we had done today 
and yesterday- she was amazed at his description of my orgasm yesterday, and 
said she wanted to see me come. He said that there wasn't any doubt that 
that would be happening before too long.

By now, the saucer was covered across much of its surface with the puddle of 
my fluid. Jeff said he wanted to stop doing me, and see how long I kept 
dripping. He stopped his circular rubbing, and slowly withdrew his hand up 
my shaft from behind my balls, and withdrew his hand altogether from my rod. 
As the stretching of the skin on my shaft and ballsack was released when he 
drew out his hand, my balls settled back to their usual position hanging 
deep between my legs, but even though the pull of the skin on the head was 
released, my shaft didn't relax at all, as it was so distended in the 
excitement of exhibitionism. She reached a palm down and hefted my balls, 
and then sat down next to her brother, and examined my penis with her eyes 
up and down.

The rich glow in my groin that Jeff's motions had produced was gradually 
subsiding, and as the intense, deep stimulation he had been providing was no 
longer there, I became aware of other sensations, particularly a burning in 
the head and down the back of my dick, and the swollen pressure of the blood 
engorging the shaft and head. The helmet-like head was completely distended, 
stretched smooth and shiny, a slowly diminishing silver rivulet of fluid 
running from the hole down the front to the thick rim, and down onto the 
saucer. Jeff, watching, reached over and caught the string dripping down 
from the head with a finger, and lifted it, stretching the string up into a 
long inverted v, seeing how far he could stretch it before it snapped. he 
got about two feet up and it still hadn't snapped, but was getting caught on 
the shaft and my belly, so he guided it back towards the saucer as much as 
he could.

Now that there was no contact with my genitals as a distraction, I noticed 
how bizarre it felt to have my most personal parts being so openly viewed by 
these people who were essentially strangers- part of me felt a strong 
undercurrent of horror that I could succumb to such unacceptable activities, 
a sick fascination at my own weakness and perversion; another part of me 
reveled in the attention and obvious admiration that I was receiving, and 
yet another part surged with the male sexual strength and primal lust that 
was coursing through me, anchored in my swollen hard-on. I felt insane, no 
way to reconcile these conflicting powerful feelings; yet for now, my huge 
hardon sticking out into our midst, the lust won.

Jeff's sister said she wanted to make me come, and asked if she could jerk 
me off. She reached toward my erection, and formed her thumb and forefinger 
into a "C" shape; she encircled the rim of the head as much as her little 
hand would, adjusting the size of her encircling fingers so that they would 
just slip around the edge of the rim, and began to slide up and down over 
the rim in a moderately fast rhythm, just rubbing very lightly and going 
only about a half-inch above and below the rim. This motion produced a wet, 
sticky sound with each stroke of her hand as she rubbed the fluid that my 
head was coated with, her motion working up a frothy foam of cream around my 
cock-head, and producing a very intense, burning sensation. It was almost 
more than I could bear when, suddenly, she stopped. After about thirty 
seconds, she resumed her rubbing.

She kept up that pattern, thirty seconds on, thirty seconds off, for several 
minutes; then during the next break, she took her other hand and grasped the 
base of my penis, pulling it into a more upright position so that it was 
sticking out as far as it could, holding it there for the remainder of her 
work. The breaks she was taking both eased and intensified the effect her 
amazing handjob was having on me. On the one hand, just when I couldn't take 
it anymore, she would stop; but then, when the intense sensation had only 
partly subsided during her breaks, she would start in again.

She kept on with this for a surprisingly long time; I guess my tolerance to 
sensation had been raised by all the intense stimulation I had received over 
the last forty-five minutes- my dick-head was almost numb from the intensity 
of her very direct stimulation. She must have been doing me like this for 
seven or eight minutes, she and Jeff commenting to each other from time to 
time about some aspect of the activity. Jeff had slipped out his erection, 
and was jacking it off with wet sounds; the room was filled with the 
slippery sounds of masturbation. I was completely beside myself with 
ecstasy; I was again creaming a steady flow; I felt delirious, on fire, 
completely wide opened in every sense; when Jeff reached over and cupped my 
balls with his free hand. That did it.

I won't describe the details of what happened next; I can't, it was beyond 
words. I soaked my face and my shirt, and splattered even more fluid into 
the saucer; Jeff also came when he saw my great dick coming; and his sister, 
who's name I learned after it was all over was Claire, told us she also came 
in sympathy with the intense sexuality of the situation. We all lay back, 
exhausted.

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